“Authority”

It’s been seven hours and thirty-­five days since he took his love away. Josephine knows the world is crowded with people like her, that hers is a fundamentally ordinary predicament, but she feels a grueling, novel loneliness even so. Nothing compares to him. On Saturday, she goes to a café in her neighborhood to drink black coffee and pick at a crumbly scone. The café is called the Grind House. There are bad paintings for sale on its walls. You’d need a brain injury to buy one of these, Josephine thinks, disdain being the form her grief takes, at least so far, a new meanness. …

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